Blah Day

Well, they can't all be stupdendous, I suppose.

Got the boys back on schooling today. The county was out last week and they were out this week, but the boys are getting downright uncontrollable. When I was trying to think of "5 things I say often" yesterday, a lot of them had salty words directed at the boys. Brian, especially, has been snide, disrespectful and whiny. Ugh.

And, yes, I am trying to take into account the fact that I have been without Effexor for more days than I can remember. Although that is not saying much...I can hardly remember the morning when evening rolls around. Today was rough on me.

Last week, Chris said that he had asked his dad for help on our electric bill which had to be paid by Monday or it would be turned off Tuesday. Yesterday morning got dressed and said he was going over with the bill to his Dad's to get the money and go to Danville to pay it, because he was sure they would be out before noon.

Well, about twenty minutes after he left the electric company truck stops after just passing our driveway, backs up and pulls up our driveway. I throw on a dress (inside out, I might add) and go outside to say that Chris is on the way. I know, that's like saying "the check is in the mail". I asked if he could call the office. He did. Chris had not made it there. I asked if he could give it a 1/2 hour. He said no. He was respectful, though, so it wasn't too bad.

Chris's dad had pulled into his mother's driveway (next door to us) and drove over. The company man explained that he still had to turn it off but that he would be in the area and when Chris did get there and pay that they would call him and he would come back and turn it back on. Chris's dad said that there were children in the house so please come asap once the call had been made.

We went over to Mamaws (although it was not cold OR hot in the place) but without lights or the tv it was rather...dull. :) Chris's dad went to Don's to get the kids breakfast sandwiches and brought back a loaf of bread, some ham and a two liter of Pepsi as well.

I can't tell you how LOUSY I felt having to face Chris's Dad at that point. I wish Chris had been there. I feel he should've been there getting that feeling as well. We dont' need two incomes in the house, but we do need one. If he were disabled, it would be different for me. I wouldn't necessarily like having to go out and work, but I would do it because it needed to be done. But I've been the one doing that for 6 years...while he has been home on the computer.

Why don't I use this as impetus for working a home business? I don't know. Maybe I need the effexor back. Maybe I just need a swift kick in the butt.

I had made the boys "big boy noodles" (Ramen) for lunch and Brian was coming over for 2nd or 3rds...I don't remember now. I was a bit, um, vocal in my stating to Brian that he should leave some for other people. Chris got up, put on shoes and a shirt and told the boys to get dressed. Immediately my mind goes to "well, he's probably going to go over to his dad's and complain on me" as it was apparent that wherever they were going, I was not invited.

They went outside to play with the puppies. Chris sent Brian back in for the flea spray and I wound up bringing it out. Chris had once said he was a little "put off" because he had asked me for something and I told Benjamin to get it. I asked Brian did his Dad ask me to bring it or simply to give it to Brian. He didn't answer me, so I took it out. We spent a good deal of time outside and I went over to talk to Mamaw a bit, who was sitting on her carport. Chris's Dad came over and Trinity hornswaggled her Daddy into giving her a ride.

I've still been working on getting the rat's nest out of my hair. Chris asked if I wanted to get it cut. I told him if I did I would have to go from having hair down to the tops of my legs to hair above the shoulder. I'm going to continue working on it for a while.

On Blogazoo today, I read a blog by someone in a writing course who was complaining about the pitiful state of a classmate's work. Nothing was right with it. And she planned on going in the next day and telling her in blunt terms what she thought. It seemed rather vicious and so I left a comment. I was "nice" but took a certain amount of glee at someone who corrected her spelling.

I've gone on long enough...

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